Banjo Boy

From the album "The Key to a Happy Life - Disc 1"

Banjo boy and the gypsy girl - you should've heard them play.
All along the Cote D'Azure from Nice to Sainte Tropez.
Sleeping on the beaches and drinking in the bars,
No hotel reservations, when you dance beneath the stars.

Banjo boy and the gypsy girl - you should've heard them play.
Begging on the boulevards - the boutiques and cafes.
Hiding from the gendarmes - running from the past,
Working the Riviera like nothing good can last.

Banjo boy and the gypsy girl - you should've heard them play.
Back in the Nineteen Sixties I heard some old guy say.
Didn't need no permit, no insurance and no phone.
Did what the hell you wanted - free as a bird to roam.

From here until forever - Marrakesh or Kathmandu,
Maybe catch that magic bus - another month or two.
Or sail the ancient islands beneath an endless sky,
Just like the old Egyptians, and never, never, say die.

Banjo boy and the gypsy girl - you should've heard them play.
In and out of trouble - man those were the days.
Before the hitch-hike highway became a Trip Adviser trail,
And I traded in my banjo for a life that could not fail.